I had grand plans of waking up this morning with a ton of energy, taking Bailey for a 7 mile run, coming home and polishing off a bit of unpacking. Instead, I woke up exhausted and the weather looked something like this.
Something about sideways rain, fog, and cold temperatures just zaps all
motivation out of my body. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to infringe on
Bailey’s energy level at all, so I knew I had no choice but to brace the rain.
I just keep repeating: ‘There’s no bad weather, only bad gear. There’s no bad
weather, only bad gear.’ over and over again. Of course, I forgot the
fact that I have bad gear, so for me, the sodden forest trails and waterlogged
sidewalks were pretty miserable. Bailey on the other hand, had a blast. She’s
of the world view that the muddier the better.
After a few run-away-dog scares
in our first month here, I’ve been spending a lot of time working with Bailey
on her re-call. Since she’s been doing a great job lately, she spent a lot of
today’s jog off leash.
I had my camera
with me so I took some great action shots of Bailey on the run.
When I got
home, I quickly started feeling overwhelmed about how many boxes I still have to sort
through. No sooner did I express this anxiety to Jonathan when this flier came
through the mail slot.
All we have to do is put our old electronics and clothes
in trash bags on Monday morning and they will cart it off for us. Such an
answer to my prayers. I have to remember to cast my anxieties onto the Lord and
He will swiftly send someone to take my junk away. I should take an example from Samson. He's been so zen about this whole moving process.